Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Succumb to This, artist - Cradle Of Filth. Album song Classic Filth, in the genre Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
Succumb to This |
| S, S, S, Succumb to this slicker genesis |
| The serpentine wish of a decadent stranger |
| This fixed insistence from a twisted out-of-mind |
| Succumb to this |
| He is scum to his kind |
| Slumming with the cast |
| Of his vast Imaginarium |
| Darkness come refined |
| Succumb to this wicked nemesis |
| The paralysis of hissing imminent danger |
| His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design |
| Numb with bliss, licked of menaces |
| This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger |
| Is never distant from unresistent sides |
| Succumb to this |
| He will promise the earth |
| Laughing with the grasp |
| Of all past denominations |
| A master of rebirth |
| Flee demon flee |
| I cast thee out with the power invested |
| Please leave me be |
| My heart is a biblical wreck |
| Cease and just see |
| I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested |
| Increasing fantasies |
| With a wave of my hand |
| And high tides of turning freed |
| From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania |
| Beauty swoons in caresses of nature |
| Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her |
| The taste of heaven for endeavoring Men |
| To a greater measure of temptation’s folly |
| Lo! |
| the splendour of the throne |
| The feasting thread of best harvests |
| Picked clean off the bone |
| The shining kingdoms |
| Blent against red sunset skies |
| And everywhere the scent of better wonders |
| Set desires to fiery rise |
| Tonight |
| All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me |
| A Cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife |
| For my Prince holds a divine right |
| Enlightened with the glorious |
| Blind faith falls for the First Seduction |
| Induction into halls of shame |
| With classic joys and fresh allures |
| Life leads fantastic overtures |
| Indulge, only the coy abjure |
| This orgiastic ride |
| Sigh! |
| His smile’s just a laceration |
| With a fascination for the massing dark side |
| And he means war… |
| Succumb to this wicked nemesis |
| The paralysis of hissing imminent danger |
| His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design |
| Numb with bliss, licked of menaces |
| This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger |
| Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize |
| Succumb to this |
| He will show you miracles |
| Building on the fast |
| Iconoclastic innovations |
| Growing empirical |
| Succumb to this |